Son of Texas. Linda Warren
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Her brow wrinkled in thought and she touched her forehead. “No. I had my own apartment. Daddy didn’t like it, but Mama said I was grown up and since I was a…” Her voice halted as another memory surfaced.
Her eyes grew big. “I was a police officer. Oh, my God! I was a police officer!”
“Yes,” he acknowledged. “In Corpus, then in Beckett, Texas.”
Her eyes became even bigger. “It’s my name. Beckett. Beckett.” She repeated the name, testing it, running it through her brain. “My grandfather lives there.” She frowned. “I worked there?”
“Can you remember?”
Her frown became fierce. “Why would I work in Beckett? My parents didn’t even live there. Oh, wait.” She held her head in a vice as memories tortured her. “After my parents died, I went there at my grandfather’s invitation. His name is Boone Beckett.”
“Yes,” Caleb confirmed. “Can you remember anything else?”
She jumped to her feet. “No, and I don’t want to.”
He stood facing her. She was barefoot and she barely came to his shoulder. “I know this is painful, but it’s what you wanted—to know the truth about yourself.”
“Yes.” She looked him in the eye. “Did my grandfather report me missing?”
This was the hard part. He shook his head. “No. No one has reported you missing.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“All I have are facts, no concrete answers. To find those you have to go back to Beckett.”
Fear flashed in her eyes and he was quick to tell her, “I’ll go with you.”
“You will?”
“Yes. I’ll stay with you until your full memory returns.”
“Thank you. I’d like that.” She shrugged. “I’m not sure I could do it alone.”
“You don’t have to.”
“When can we go?” she asked, her voice anxious.
“How about the morning after the charity ball? That will give you time to get your thoughts together, talk to Dr. Oliver and explain to Gertie.”
“Yes.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’ll hate to leave her. She’s been so good to me.”
“She’ll understand. We all want you to regain your memory.”
“Yes,” she replied in a melancholy voice.
He restrained himself from touching her wet cheek. “Try not to think about it too much. We have the ball tomorrow night and then we’ll find the answers you need.”
Her face softened. “I’m sorry you got roped into that.”
“Aw, shucks, ma’am. I’d never have any fun if I didn’t squire Ms. Gertie around town.”
She smiled. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now get some rest.”
“Caleb.”
“Yes?”
She licked her dry lips. “How old am I?”
“Thirty.”
“Oh. Yes, that feels right.” She swallowed then asked, “Am I married?”
He saw the worry in her eyes and didn’t think it would hurt to tell her. “No.”
She heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“Talk to you later,” he called on his way out the door, feeling the same way she did.
THE NEXT MORNING Belle spent an hour with Dr. Oliver and felt good about the visit.
“I’m so glad it’s finally happening,” Belle said, curled up on the peach sofa.
“Yes,” Dr. Oliver agreed, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Do you have any questions?”
She shrugged. “No. Not really. I believe we’ve covered everything about a hundred times.”
Dr. Oliver smiled. “You’ve been one of those patients who desires to know everything and you’ve researched PTSD thoroughly. Just be patient and let your memory unfold. You may not even be aware of it at times, and at others you may be flooded with events and scenes. Dreams and flashbacks are normal. So are the headaches, but once your recall is complete they will be less frequent, then may disappear completely.”
Belle uncurled her legs. “Caleb is going with me to Beckett.”
Dr. Oliver paused in writing notes in a file. “I know.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t object to that,” she said with an impish grin.
“You’ve been confused many times with my cautionary words about Caleb.” Dr. Oliver looked directly at her. “When your memory is complete, you’ll understand them. They are for your own peace of mind. And that’s what I want for you—for you to be at peace with your past and your present, not torn between the two. Less trauma is what you need now.” She returned to her notes. “You trust Ranger McCain and so do I. I’m relieved that he will be with you.”
“He’s a wonderful man.” The words slipped out before she could stop them.
Dr. Oliver looked up. “And there’s probably a wonderful man waiting for you.”
“Mmm.” She chewed on her lip, wondering about the man she’d mentioned in the hospital. He wasn’t her husband. So he had to be a boyfriend. Yet, she couldn’t bring up his face. All she could see was Caleb. She wouldn’t tell Dr. Oliver that. She would handle her feelings in her own way because she knew them for what they were. That was the main thing.
THAT NIGHT BELLE had a restless sleep, tossing and turning as parts of her life flashed through her mind like a frenetic video. She was a little girl running to meet her father when he came home from work, then she was older and her mother was teaching her to cook and how to set the table. They were on a family trip to Six Flags Over Texas, laughing and having a good time. Then school and showing her parents her report card—all A’s and she was proud. Her parents were even prouder. Friends, Cathy and Gilda, stayed over and tried on makeup and they did each other’s hair. They talked about boys, dating and the prom. Graduation and smiles then college. Texas A&M at Corpus was close so her parents were thrilled with her choice. She had to make a decision about a career and it was easy. She’d go into law enforcement like her father.
Finally the video stopped and she fell into a deep sleep. She woke up refreshed as some of the fogginess had left her. She had a happy childhood and she’d remembered so many things that her head hurt from the reel running in her mind. Her memory was returning just as Dr. Oliver had said. Now she had to wait and the rest would fall into place. Soon she’d know the face of the person who’d shot her.
She quickly dressed in shorts and a tank top, making sure her back was covered. She had deep welts there from the beatings she’d received at the hands of the cult. The racist leader said she was evil because her skin and eyes denoted her lineage was from a group not acceptable to their faith. She had to be beaten to drive out the demons and this had gone on for months.
Now her life was within her grasp. She just had to keep remembering.
She hit the front door running, taking her usual route through the affluent neighborhood. It was barely six so everything was peaceful and quiet on this April morning. Birds chirped and she could hear an occasional plane or car, but otherwise she was alone. She kept her mind blank as she jogged down the sidewalk in front of the large two-story homes and manicured lawns. The fragrance of blooming flowers wafted to her nostrils and she sucked in the scent, but didn’t pause to admire the view. She needed